Bluer Than the Night Before it Gets Old

Bluer Than the Night Before it Gets Old

A Poem by Ryan klass

On a Dutch Castle by the sea
The woman sit and bathe their tails
They wish for diamonds on their necks
Gold chrome in their ears
Stripped, all the men sat, stood and starred
While they walked they couldn’t care
They cried and loved of when they thought of when they loved and cried for ages
Each one thinking
“I am the softest, sweetest being you will ever see.”

© 2017 Ryan klass

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Added on November 10, 2017
Last Updated on November 10, 2017